My mother was a farm wife and a prodigious canner. She canned fruit and vegetables from the garden, even occasionally meat. But the best thing that she canned, in my opinion, was blackberry jam. Even as I type those words my mouth waters! Of course, before she could make that jam, somebody had to pick the blackberries. And that somebody was quite often named Dorothy. I think Seamus Heaney might have spent some time among the briars plucking those delicious black fruits as well, so he would have known that "Once off the bush the fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour." They don't keep; you have to get that jam made in a hurry! Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust ...
Oh my, we are in a long phase of heat and low humidity. Even the plants that are "drought resistant" are complaining. It is amazing to see the difference between plants that get lots of shade and the ones in full sun.
ReplyDeleteWith temperatures around 100 every day, a little shade is most appreciated.
DeleteIt looks pretty. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe butterflies certainly think so.
DeleteThey would certainly know. ;-)
DeleteIt's one of my favorites, too.
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonderful plant and deserves wider use.
DeleteThat is a plant I really must add to my garden
ReplyDeleteHave a great week!
Lea
The butterflies will thank you for it!
Delete